in the edge

Chapter 618 Unfinished Story

"A long time ago, there was such a story."

"The knight with great martial arts skills defeated one evil master after another with his sword..."

"Stop, stop, stop, that's enough. How many stories like this have you heard?"

Seeing that the old man in front of them was going to continue talking about these clichéd things, the teenagers who had gathered around the old man immediately dispersed, leaving the old man sitting there alone, smiling bitterly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He clearly remembered that this was the tone he had to use when telling stories to young people, or was he too old and confused to even remember this?
I'm so old that I can't even tell the story clearly, really...

"and then?"

Just when the old man was complaining to himself, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

The old man subconsciously raised his head and looked at the young man who still hadn't left. The young man was thin, with stern features. Just looking at his serious expression, it seemed more like he was confirming something with him than coming to listen to a story.

"and then?"

Facts have proved that the old man still has some judgment. At least the judgment he just made has come true.

"What happened then? Did the knight defeat the evil master?"

The boy continued to ask.

This guy definitely wasn't here to listen to stories. The old man could sense that the young man must have something on his mind, so he wanted to use the story to confirm some of his own thoughts - the old man had seen a lot of similar situations, so he had some experience in dealing with them.

Just go along with what the other person says. No matter what the other person wants to confirm, at least you can get a good start.

"If we win, then of course we win."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

"Now that the knights have taken action, how can that evil master still be alive?"

"Then I'll lend you some good advice."

The boy seemed very happy, and his steps became lighter as he left.

It was at this time that the old man discovered that the boy was carrying a huge package on his back. Just by looking at the shape of the package, he could vaguely tell that it should contain...

Knife?

"Prince Taichang has arrived——"

At this time, loud shouts were heard from afar, followed by the soldiers entering the scene to clear the streets, ordering the people to kneel down on the side of the street and make way for the carriage of King Taichang.

A huge chariot pulled by twelve horses passed by the road. The magnificent chariot was more luxurious than the people had ever seen. This was the throne of King Taichang, representing absolute power and authority.

Finally, feeling the splendor ahead, a young man couldn't help but raise his head and take a look.

Immediately afterwards, the young man's head flew up.

"kill!!!"

The soldiers waved their steel swords, searching for those who dared to raise their heads.

"Whoever dares to raise his head! He is an assassin! He wants to do something bad to King Taichang, so he will be killed without mercy!"

A soldier shouted this to the people on the roadside, the steel knives in his hands shining coldly.

But just as the steel knife was about to chop down again, a huge package lifted the steel knife in mid-air.

"So, why are there so many people plotting against King Taichang?"

A young man's voice sounded from the other side of the package.

"Why don't you tell me what your King Taichang has done?"

"court death!"

Seeing that someone actually dared to block his way, the soldier's eyes widened in anger, and he swung the steel knife high up, aiming at the young man in front of him with the knife!

But then, the soldier flew out first.

The soldier didn't even have time to react before his entire body crashed into a roadside shop. Only the sunken footprint on his chest proved what had just happened.

But the other soldiers obviously didn't realize it yet. More soldiers gathered around them, and when they saw that the one causing trouble was just a teenager, they felt that they could easily capture him.

However, what greeted them was a heavy sword.

The knife was in fact too thick and heavy. Just looking at the broad blade, it looked more like a steel plate than a knife. Such a knife naturally could not be wielded as quickly and lightly as an ordinary knife. Facing the current situation of being besieged by many people, it was almost a dead end.

However, this heavy sword also has another unexpected benefit.

As long as it is matched with the right user, this broadsword will become the best shield. The oncoming sharp blades were all deflected by the thick blade, and the boy himself was carried forward by the broadsword. The thick blade flew out like a cannonball, and the blade went straight to the sedan on the huge carriage!
"King Taichang! Return the lives of the people of Yuyang Town to me!"

boom--

With the impact of the heavy knife, the huge cabin was instantly blown to pieces!
But the figure flying backwards in the air was clearly that young man.

"I'm here for revenge again... I've told you so many times that this is a necessary sacrifice, why don't you understand?"

On the carriage, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar narrowed his eyes and held a half-broken heavy blade in his hand.

"These are all necessary sacrifices. At least these people's lives have made me stronger... This is obviously a more meaningful thing. Why don't you people understand?"

As these words were spoken, the eyes of the middle-aged scholar known as King Taichang gradually filled with ink.

The half piece of heavy blade made of fine steel in his hand was crushed into pieces by his bare palm.

"What's wrong with killing some people in order to become stronger? If I don't become stronger, who will save you? I said I would take you out, and I will definitely take you out. Why can't you wake up and become my strength..."

"You've gone mad."

It was at this time that a breeze blew past King Taichang's ears.

Because the sound was so faint, King Taichang thought for a moment that he was hallucinating and even sneered.

Is he crazy? He is sober! He has understood everything! He has understood everything!
As long as you keep getting stronger, as long as you keep getting stronger...

"Be my strength!"

As he said this, King Taichang swung the heavy blade in his hand at the young man on the ground.

Facing the blade that originally belonged to him, the young man closed his eyes. The previous impact had already left him seriously injured, and he couldn't even dodge in time.

Am I going to die here?
Is there no way to take revenge?

Could it be that all we can do is watch this Prince Taichang...

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

At the last moment of his life, the boy was still driven by instinct and subconsciously raised his knife to block.

The heavy blade was blocked.

Although there was nothing in his hand, the heavy blade was blocked in mid-air.

It was as if he was holding some illusory sharp blade in his hand.

"This is……"

The young man was stunned for a moment. Although he knew that this was not the time to be stunned, he had no idea what was going on. Everything was too incomprehensible and his brain even stopped thinking.

But at this moment, a breeze brushed past the boy's ears.

"Don't panic, I'm here to help you."

As the breeze blew, the grip between the boy's hands became more solid.

The young man could feel that what he was holding was not some illusory thing, but real power itself.

Real power, enough for him to kill King Taichang.

"kill!!!"

The young man jumped high and swung the silver blade.

The man named King Taichang was neatly split into two.

The soldiers were stunned, the people were stunned, everyone was stunned. No one expected this to happen. Just a moment ago, the King of Taichang was still so awe-inspiring and arrogant. His absolute strength was comparable to that of a living god in the eyes of everyone. But how could he suddenly...

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

I don't know who screamed first, and then people started to disperse.

Among the scattered crowd, the old man who had told the story before was also mixed in, but unlike the others who looked panic-stricken, this old man had a more smile on his face.

"That's the story it should be..."

The old man murmured softly, and his aged figure gradually disappeared in the vast crowd.

“That’s how the story should be.”

(Complete the book.)
(End of this chapter)